“You’re sure?”
“Trust me,” Sabra gave another playful eye roll. “I’m still trying to come to grips with the fact that all this deliciousness is about to be thrown out of whack.” Happiness sparkled in her gaze and was reflected in her smile then as she cupped his face.
“I’m sure,” she murmured against his mouth before stepping back. “But I only took the test a few days ago. I’ll be sure to let you make all my doctor’s appointments, so you won’t feel left out. How’s that sound?”
He replied with a hard, deep kiss. When he let her up for air, Sabra was laughing.
“Well if you want that much
involvement and can arrange to take my labor pains, have at
it!”
~~~
“Oh...thank you, but I think my husband needs me,” Ty fixed the man with a dazzling albeit apologetic smile before he nodded and moved past.
“You’re a lucky man,” he told Quay as he strolled by.
“You’re right,” Quay nodded as he looked to his wife. “You could’ve taken the dance-the groom’s got way too many single uncles for my taste, but I wouldn’t have argued,” he said when he and Ty had a measure of privacy. “Guess I’d have deserved it.”
“Oh? Why’s that?”
Grinning then, Quay shortened the distance between them. He hesitated over touching her. “Tyke...you know all that...garbage I talk-it’s just garbage, right?”
“Hmm...I don’t think it’s all garbage.”
“All I mean is...you know me. When I’m...saying stupid things you-you know that, right?”
“Oh trust me, I know.”
He grinned again, sparking the dimple deep in his right cheek. “I love you. Nothing changes that. Not ever Tykira.”
She took pity on him then and smoothed a hand down his flawless cheek. “I know that, baby. I love you too. Always.”
“The other night, I was just-”
“Sharing your opinion? We’ve all got a right to those, you know?”
“I’ll try to be more tactful about how I share ‘em in the future.” He grew infatuated with the lock of her hair that had disappeared into the bodice of her dress.
“Don’t bother,” Ty sighed, loving the way his dark eyes fixed helplessly upon her chest. “I know you well enough to know what bears taking seriously.”
“You do, huh?”
“Damn right. I’ve known you since you were eating dirt out of your sandbox.”
“Mmm...no that was Quest.”
“That was you!” She laughed.
“We were all three! You didn’t even know how to tell us apart then.”
“I knew. I’ve always known you.”
“Guess I’m pretty lucky, huh?”
She tugged him closer. “You’re damn lucky…” she let the words silence as her mouth fused with his.
~~~
Crane and Josephine Cannon looked past their daughter-in-law’s shoulder and then shared a knowing smile.
“Baby we’re gonna take another twirl around the dancefloor.” Josephine said. “I believe that cute boy behind you wants to talk.”
Melina turned to Yohan and he was quick to close the space separating them. She could feel the urgency in his embrace when he tucked her into his massive frame and buried his riveting face in her hair.
“Baby? What?” Mel inched back far as she could.
“Meli, about what I said-”
“Han-”
“No Mel.”
Melina knew further argument would be useless. He led her to an unoccupied alcove where two cushiony square chairs waited. Yohan took one, pulled Mel into his lap.
“All I’ve been able to think of since hearing about Persephone was how you left me before.”
“Han…” Mel inhaled, then closed her eyes as memories stirred of the most awful time in her life.
“I think better than any of the guys- maybe with the exception of Pike, I know what Hill’s goin’ through. Knowing Persephone ran because she was scared, you ran because you were scared… it made me wish Marc was here for me to kill and fucking glad someone else beat me to it.” He smoothed a hand over his brow, grimaced.
